Tonawanda News — So as I was watching some History Channel show at home the other day, my mind began to wander.
I’m not even sure what I was thinking about now that I recall the event, but I’m pretty sure a good 15 minutes passed before I was roused from my mental slumber.
I then made my way to the fridge, grabbed refreshments and brought them into the living room. Setting the drink between my legs, I put on an X-Men movie and ate an entire snack bag of Baked Doritos myself. And that’s about when the thought struck me.
“Self,” I said. “You should not be able to hear me right now. It’s been months — maybe years — since you heard me on a weekday morning. And — wait, what’s this? The bag is more than half-full!”
Such began my adjustment to life with both my children in school. Penny and Rigby are now a few weeks into school (Rigby goes twice a week, Penny every day). So on those two — for the first time since Penny was born more than five years ago — the house is childless. Like, all day, pretty much.
I watch what I want, eat what I want (and eat the entire thing, if I so choose) and once again possess the capacity to hear myself think. Mommy and I even went to the library by ourselves the other day — and none of the books we looked at had colorful illustrations.
I walked around the downstairs of our house in my underwear. The dog got the prime real estate on my lap — without Rigby pulling her ears or Penny trying to jump on her. I went to a restaurant without a playhouse.
Yeah, for two days a week, Paul — not Daddy — gets to come back out. And, man, does he enjoy the naps he’s getting these days. Everyone knows how much having kids wears you out, but even parents don’t fully realize just how much until they don’t have to be in caretaker mode for a stretch of time.